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[color=f14a83]Location:[/color] The Dungeon
[color=f14a83]Grimoire:[/color] Fae Magic
[color=f14a83]Skills:[/color] Hunting
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Finley shot Franklin a pouting look. [color=f14a83] “But blood was involved. I know blood. I could have possibly told you who the blood belonged to.”[/color] Finley’s type of fae was particularly good at blood magic. They could ride the blood and see memories and gain some power from the blood they consumed. Finley knew there were dangers in riding the blood of someone who had died. If they were not careful and skilled, they could follow the person right into their death. 

A shiver of... fear... went through Finley. They watched Jake, who was suddenly a lot more interesting to them. They had not ‘written him off,’ but they had not paid him much heed. Their core tightened, and Finley very much wanted to get to know Jake more... intimately. 

When Finley next spoke, they were answering Jake, their attention fully on him. Their voice low as they answered his question. [color=f14a83] “I am not skilled in the magic of life and death. I have heard stories of such things happening, so it is not impossible. However, it is a very dangerous road to walk. That question is something Constance and Franklin may be able to answer.”[/color] 

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[color=D8BFD8]Location:[/color] The Dungeon
[color=D8BFD8]Grimoire:[/color] 
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[color=D8BFD8] “I’ve never [i]tried[/i] to bring someone back from the dead. I don’t know if I could.”[/color] This was why she had to hope that the man in the statue was alive in there. That she could transmute him back to flesh and that he would still be alive. Hopefully, he had been in a stasis and not aware of time and the world, leaving him behind. If he was, he was likely insane. But that was a problem for later. For now, they had to focus on the situation in front of them. 

Finley continued to lead the group through twists and turns, deeper into the dungeon. They stopped, suddenly staring at a wall, at a dead end. They were frowning, looking at the wall intently. 

[color=D8BFD8] “What is wrong?”[/color] Connie asked. She looked around, trying to see where Finley was leading them. It seemed that this was a dead end. There were no doors or anything that could take them further. She shone her flashlight on the wall that Finley was staring down. 

[color=f14a83] “The blood is here.”[/color] They pointed at the stone wall before stepping forward and touching it. Connie knew that Finley’s magic was not just blood-based; they could also do illusions. She wondered if they thought that the wall was an illusion, covering whatever bloody scene was waiting for them on the other side. Finley’s hand was pressed against it. So if they thought it was an illusion, it was an exceptional one. 

[color=D8BFD8] “What do you mean?”[/color] Connie asked.

[color=f14a83] “The blood I followed, the smell of it, is strongest here. [i]In[/i] the wall,”[/color] Finley responded without looking back. [color=f14a83] “Perhaps Rohan or Barty will be able to figure out the trick to the wall. I have led us here.”[/color]